UNITED STATES

Waking up to frosty landscapes

Waiting on a desert sun

Stopped into Nepali’s teahouse

Looking down Milano’s lawn

The scent of London’s summer

Piquant whiff of chanel on a train

Everywhere I look it’s United States

Everything I hear it’s United States

Where’s it going to end the United States

Like their fathers before them

They’re prone to crossing swords

Shooting off their biggest mouth

And prancing ‘round like Lords

Internationals recoil

Talking ‘bout the weather of their lives

Met a Yankee couple at the old train station

He was wringing his hands about that nation

Semi comatose in Tehran

Paper thin the walls around me

Static and announcer’s parlance

Creeping into conscious thought

Crackling the searing bacon

Every now and then a free man’s fate